Warded is a peculiar measure but Illyria disregards it, disparaging. Wards cannot keep her out, nor have they ever. Perhaps magic functions in a different capacity here; she will tear to shreds such a thing if it happens to be the case.

The symbiote's next words elicit a flare of subdued interest.

"You live with the principality?" Coincidence or fate, it means little to Illyria. The principality may not be pleased to see her after their previous interaction, but she cares little for what it may think of her. She is a god, and she goes where she pleases. If she wishes to speak to the principality's symbiote, she will do so.